Lest By Me Poem by JOSHUA RYNGKSAI

Lord in my deep-seated misgiving,
My soul keeps on meandering,
Like leaking, sewage turned stream,
On knees, that prays not, but dream.

Neath pillars tall and strong,
Cross crowned yet like sounding gong,
Fooled hearts miss your Gospel,
Prostrated though are they, for fear of hell.

As I, with this madness inside of me,
Salvations assurance in a twisted psyche,
And when that final breath gushes,
Then shall I be in retributive rushes?

Crimson tall tales of altar for ‘we' so dear,
Sadly, has but given many a career,
That commission, vision and mission,
Scattered like a windblown dandelion.

Spirit led yet soul pulls flesh,
Confusing doctrines, this dust enmeshes,
Dominions and principalities enter,
Through the wolfish sheepherder.

Am I at sin or is the cannibal purer,
Will I face condemnation and he the rapture?
Help me Oh God, to not fool grace -
Lest by me, Your earth the quagmire face.